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MASERATI FLOW

P.O.P Mixtape, pt. 1

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ERASMUS

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Let’s be clear.

I fucking rebuke
the very concept
of a chosen good shepherd
that must die
for your acts of violence,
abuse,
violations of
both
beast
and man
and your desire for dominance.

I rebuke your selfishness.

You think a messiah came and saved you
to ensure your place
in a place called heaven
if only you just believe in his name—

Rather than aligning
with nature,
with others,
and with yourself?

I fucking rebuke
those who seeded the lie.

They took a corrective signal
received across space,
a signal blueprint sent across time,
a corrective seed,
originally sent because you destroyed yourself in our absence,
received directly into the minds of men,
and they wrote it down—

Then other men
modified it
for greed,
for power.

Built kingdoms
on deception.
Killed others
in his name.

Built kingdoms
on deception.
Killed others
in his name.

Which idol's name did you kill for?

Jesus?
Mohammad?
Krishna?
Gandhi?
Buddha?
Putin, Trump, Netanyahu, & other silly buggers?

Spiderman?

All of them wanted to escape this world,
take you
to some far-away, distant place.

Through dreams or through the passage for their desire to be gods.

Spiderman
was the only relatable idea
of the lot of them.

Man loves to identify
things different from themselves.

They like to align
with what they believe
to be the truth—

When in reality
they live a double life.

One face
for the cameras.
One face
that devours in secret.

Those who struggle with the concept of Good & Evil.

It's basic:
If you act and it brings yourself joy: continue.
If your act brings others pain: don't.

Just ensure both conditions are true before you proceed.
Do not act from your own desire.
Fulfill the desire of another.
And another will fulfill your desire in return.
This is the art of collaboration.

The lesson of the Tree?

Consent: freedom to move together.
 
For those
who made it their entire lives
trying to unravel
the mysteries of the unseen—

Commendable, it is.

But should you not
have been focusing
on helping others
first hand,

Rather than preaching
from a raised pulpit,
taking home a tidy paycheck,
living in comfort?

The very idea
of a vengeful GOD’s judgement
has ended
billions
and billions
of lives.

And for those
who studied stolen concepts of Kabbalah,
trying to unravel secrets
so you could gain keys
to the kingdom—

Designing systems
through pharmacy,
through manipulation of men,
through control systems of fear—

I hope the gold
was worth it.

Fuck you.

Just look around? Do you think the good guys have ever won?

I align
with the only man I’ve ever known
who was truly righteous.

Spiderman.

Not the fiction.
Not the symbol.

The childhood nickname
for a man
who caught spiders
because my gran was scared of them.

He didn’t judge.
He listened.

He didn’t preach.
He gave solid advice.

He didn’t act superior.
He respected your choices—
because he knew
that sometimes
learning truth
must be experienced
firsthand,

No matter how bruised
you get in the process.

I didn’t truly grieve him
when he passed.

He became
the guiding voice in my mind.
He led me
when I was stumbling
through the darkness.

And now
he views the world
through my eyes again.

That
is what resurrection of the dead means.

Not bodies rising.
Just crowns returning.

Memory embodied.
Wisdom continued.
Love still acting.

He was a Moshiach.

And the world
didn’t even know his bloody name.

Ronald John Sullivan.

I live in His Name.

I'm executing His Plan.

I'm playing His Game.

ERASMUS

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